My heart wouldn’t beat any quieter. I looked down at the gloves on my hands.
They were the kind that were of a translucent type, and I could only barely make out my hands underneath them.
I was panicking, and I was panicking really bad.
My heart - my heart, what if it exploded?
What if it just exploded right then and there in my chest, and I laid dead? What a waste of organs.
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